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Lets know how is the great
The Satan
O! My big one O! My imps
Come come we are lost
Tell thee story of the nonce
In God's glory obedient are on acme
The Holy scripts are on the tongue
Holy places are the hub among
God's intimacy is in their veins
If they continue on the mode
Power over them will cease
None will cut the way they made.
So said the Satan to followers
Let them to place of worship
Let them to enjoy luxurious dinners
But stealing their time is our aim
They will never thrive in their aim
Why I am wailing, it's an emergency
Distract them from gaining intimacy
Don't forget the aim we aimed.
"Followers of Satan"
Howl the imps and fiend
How shall we thrive in our aims?
"Satan"
O! My esteemed, mind your aim
Haul them to none essential things
Entangle them in unlimited schemes
Tempt their wives to work till late
Persuade husbands to work till late
Entice them to listen soundless cinemas
Enmesh them in worldly things
This will jam their mind
Keep in mind what we aimed
Link less them from prophet and God
O! My esteemed haul them
From the mode they made
You can do more than above.
Followers
How we can restrain from the bow.
The Satan
Ornament their coffee table with magazines
Pound their minds with news
Flood their mailbox with flirtatious
Tangle them in free futile sites
Stir their emotions to beautiful models
Keep their wives too tired in life's styles
Discontent they will feel in their lives
Are thou listening? Speech of mine
Now the spicy spin a yarn to thee
Keep away their wives from the drone
Impatient will gaze elsewhere in life
Families will be cracked so quickly.
Satan revives the pupil at the time
Howl the priest it will work
Revivalists start the work on their aim
To cut the intimacy they have made
" Poet towards human being"
God is the one that keeps promise
Everlasting intimacy with His lovers
O! My friends give attention to me
Me seem we are the great one
Sustainer and Prophet is the great one.
" The Poet towards Satan"
Hey Satan where thou are
Have thee the power to face the great
Have thee power to tempt the great
Hey coward one thou never face the great
Scrupulous, from thee, are always great
Unlimited years ago thou have lost position
Thou will never thrive in thy composition
Thou will never face the great till the last stages
We have everlasting celestial power
Do what thou wish to tempt us
Thou forever wail thou have lost